Reincarnated With An SSS-Rank Talent In An Apocalyptic World-Chapter 117: Absolute Victory

— Thalorien’s POV —

"Great One!!!"

They screamed at the top of their lungs as blood squirted from all sides of their champion’s body. Beneath the grip of my vines, I felt his body go limp, and I couldn’t help but smile.

While I have never derived joy from the death of my enemies, I had to admit—this one was quite enjoyable.

This demon alone had killed thousands of soldiers under my command. These were men who trusted me with their lives and had followed me for the past few centuries, yet I couldn’t save them.

While his death would not bring them back, I could at least look their families in the eyes and tell them I avenged the deaths of their fathers and brothers.

Shifting my gaze to the small human army approaching, I didn’t know what to feel. A number as small as one thousand soldiers could never be enough to deal with my army.

It was clear they intended to rely on the strength of this demon. Now he was gone, and they were on their knees, crying at the top of their lungs, forgetting they were still on a battlefield.

’They must have really believed he was the Great One meant to liberate humanity. Foolish beings.’ I shook my head in disappointment, but I couldn’t blame them.

They were nearly out of soldiers. I had taken them. Valley and the rest of my army were crossing the valley as we spoke. It wasn’t surprising they were this desperate for a miracle.

"Is this the part where I die?"

Buzz!

I felt a chill run down my spine as a familiar voice came from the direction where the demon was slaughtered. His voice was calm and low, yet based on everyone’s reaction, I concluded that they all heard it.

Instinctively, I looked at my hand and noticed goosebumps all over it. I wasn’t scared—I was certain of that. So why the goosebumps?

Slowly and reluctantly, I looked over my shoulder, only to see him glaring at me with a look of... disappointment?

His eyes were pitch black, with dark cracks spread across his face like spiderwebs. The darkness in his eyes seemed endless. But what was even more disturbing was that my vines were still latched onto him—and the thorns were still buried deep in his body.

"Your throat... I pierced your throat. How are you still alive?" I couldn’t help but ask.

Only then did I notice the dark fumes seeping out through the cracks between the thorns. He had a smile on his face—the kind only the devil could carry—and he gazed at me from head to toe before asking:

"This is the part where you witness bloodshed like never before!"

Bang!

My vines exploded, and the shockwave knocked me out of the air, sending me spiraling without restraint. The world spun too fast for my eyes; I couldn’t see a thing. All I could do was rely on my ears.

I could hear cheers and gasps.

My people were anxious.

His people were celebrating.

Could he really be the Great One?

CAAAAAWWWWWWWWW!

Goldon called out to me as she grabbed my armor, stopping my descent.

"Where are you going, Prince?" I heard a voice drawing closer rapidly. "THIS BATTLE IS FAR FROM OVER!"

My head snapped toward the sound only to see a ball of darkness plunging straight at me.

CAAAAAWWWWWWWWW!

Goldon cried out before tossing me off her back—only to be struck by the darkness moments later.

"GOLDON!!!!" I cried out, watching her get dragged down by the black meteor.

She knew she couldn’t dodge, so she saved me instead. She had been my mount for a century now... How could I lose her this way?

"You must live, my prince!"

Sylethorn’s voice rang in my head.

Without my permission, thousands of vines erupted from my weapon, wrapping around me like a dome.

BOOOM!

BOOOM!

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— Adam’s POV —

The earth beneath my feet had sunk by three meters and was filled with deadly, web-shaped cracks. All around me was a bloody mess—a mixture of organs, blood, and feathers. Only the head of the beast remained intact.

"GREAT ONE!"

Luthor’s voice rang from a distance.

I could hear the galloping of his horse, so I waved my hand, signaling him to wait.

The battle was far from over.

Walking out of the crater with knitted brows, I moved toward the second crater, the one housing the vine dome. Approaching at a slow but steady pace, I watched as the vines unwrapped gradually, revealing the disheveled prince with a vengeful gleam in his eyes.

He was no longer the graceful man who once spoke to me with contempt.

He had become just another man.

"This is what true strength can achieve," I chuckled.

"Demon!" he yelled in a cracked voice, like a child about to cry. "I’ll make you pay for what you did to Goldon!"

Bam!

Thalorien shot forward with his spear, stabbing at me—but I could only chuckle at the attempt.

Pa!

I slapped his spear away with my bare hand before planting my fist in his face, sending him hurling back into the crater he came from.

"Lü’kñà!"

[Translation: My Prince!]

Loud cries erupted from his side as soldiers charged forward in large numbers.

Horsemen. Beast riders. Shield bearers. Spearmen.

Everyone was trying to save the poor prince.

And this only made my smile widen.

"SAVE THE PRINCE?" I laughed as my body shot above the ground.

"YOU CAN’T EVEN SAVE YOURSELVES!"

"By the binding pact of cinder and ash, I call upon the Fourfold Flame.

Ignis velkaran, suros myrr’dan, flamora quintess!

Let the skies tremble and the earth recoil.

Arise—Infernum Quadris!

Pillars of ruin, burn my will into the world!"

Infernum Quadris: Pillars of Eternal Scorch!

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I set the arrays in their path and unleashed several fiery pillars on the enemy troops.

To their credit, no one ran. I watched them charge forward, knowing they could be the next to die. Even their hawk riders ignored me. No one tried to attack me—they only wanted to retrieve their prince and flee.

"Kill the prince!"

Luthor screamed, about to charge with his soldiers—

But I signaled him to stop with a simple wave of my hand.

A cornered rat is dangerous.

I had hurt their prince badly and knocked him unconscious. I had also killed nearly two thousand soldiers with my spells.

The goal was to drive them out—not wipe them out. Not yet.

A foe with no escape will fight like devils.

If we kill the prince, nearly eight thousand elves will fight to the death.

Even the army passing through the valley will become a vengeful tide with nothing left to lose.

I needed them to run—for now.

When the time comes...

When I have enough strength...

I will wipe them out completely.

Under my watchful gaze and amidst the chaos, an elf hawk rider snatched the unconscious prince off the ground and fled.

Immediately, the army of eight thousand began retreating like a tidal wave, desperately trying to escape the valley they once vowed to hold.

"INVINCIBLE!!!"

My men cheered at the top of their lungs—but I paid them no attention.

"I’m tired," I muttered, running my hand along my throat.

If not for the rapid healing of my berserk mode, I would have died to that bastard’s living artifact.

Huff!

Exhaling loudly, I turned to an empty space—and the void tore open. I reached inside and, in the next second, retrieved the grimoire Luthor gave me.

While the elf army disappeared into the valley and my men kept cheering, I flipped through the grimoire’s pages, searching for high-level terrain spells.

From what I understood so far, spells were divided into four tiers. The higher the tier, the costlier the casting.

Infernum Quadris: Pillars of Eternal Scorch was a Tier 2 spell.

Infernal Hailstorm, which cost me 15 EP, was a Tier 3 spell.

As tiers increased, so did the price to cast.

What I needed was a spell that could reshape terrain and block off this valley for good.

I couldn’t have armies attacking from two fronts. I needed to limit it to one.

Eventually, I got impatient.

I swooped down toward my cheering army. fгeewёbnoѵel_cσm

They were all smiles—

Until they noticed I wasn’t smiling.

Everyone fell silent.

"I-is there a problem?" Luthor stuttered as I approached.

Shoving the grimoire into his hands, I pointed toward the valley.

"I want to reshape the terrain and block that path. Find me the spell I need for that."

Buzz!

Everyone shivered at my words and glanced toward the valley, wondering if they heard wrong. My eyes narrowed upon seeing Luthor frozen, just staring into the distance.

"Well?" My harsh tone made him flinch.

"I-I apologize, my Lord. The highest spell in this grimoire is only a Tier 3 spell," he explained. "Only Her Majesty’s grimoire contains such magic."

Huff!

Only after hearing that explanation did I realize I’d been holding my breath too long. I staggered back and shut my eyes, focusing on my breathing.

After fighting for so long, I was on edge—and I had spooked the people celebrating my victory.

"Get a hold of yourself... Adam," I muttered under my breath before slowly opening my eyes.

"I understand." I said, but didn’t bother taking the grimoire back from Luthor.

Now I knew its limitations.

It was useless to me.

"Let’s head back."

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